Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Govorask! A corrupted deep-sea monster. It..." Serene responded to Dacus' question, but was rudely interrupted by Dacus before she could finish her introduction.

“How do we solve it?”

Serene shook her head helplessly.

"Activate the device below that connects to the Witch Spire." Colonia stepped forward and offered a plan.

Daxus glanced at his cousin. The devices his cousin mentioned were a slaughterhouse, a soul furnace and a festering blood pool. These three terms did not sound like good things, and in fact, they were.

The slaughterhouse is where slaves are slaughtered, the soul furnace is where slaves' souls are sacrificed, and the blood pool is used to store slaves' blood. These three items are the standard equipment of the Black Ark. After a set of processes are completed, it is the God of Kai, and it is activated! The sorceress on the witchcraft spire will activate the device to release spells, which are the legendary "Kane Whip", "Soul Rain" and "Blood Pool from the Sky".

To be honest, he was hypocritical. He admitted it and had always admitted it. What he did in Elsing Alvin and Altdorf was just preparation for the future. To put it bluntly, it would be used after being whitewashed. This did not prevent him from instructing Duruchi to plunder the human population and add fuel to Duruchi's war machine.

The problem is... it takes time to activate these three parts. You need to gather people, open the refrigerator door, put the elephant into the refrigerator, and then close the refrigerator door. This back and forth takes a long time, and no one knows what will happen during this process.

Moreover, what he saw was what was happening on the pedestal. Maybe the tentacles had already squeezed into the lower layer. According to the procedure, the moment the flag was raised, the hell dragons on the lower layer should have been released to fight the tentacles, but the fact was that it did not happen. He did not see any signs of the hell dragons attacking in the air.

What's even more disturbing is that it's unreliable. The essence of these three spells is to use Deha. After the preliminary work is completed, during the release process, these spellcasters need to hold hands and stand in a wide circle, which is the magic circle he saw at the beginning. It is convenient for the energy belt to wander between the spellcasters, like a set of unreliable batteries. It's good to feel trembling and cold due to Deha overload. The most terrifying thing is that it will wither into a shriveled skin, which is more terrifying than what "Night Owl" Zhuoya experienced. It will cause death, and if you don't die, you will go crazy.

"I can't accept it. You are all my beloved relatives, friends, brothers and sisters. Is there any other way?" After thinking for a moment, Dacus shook his head and rejected his cousin's suggestion.

"Sacrifice me!" Serenie stood up, looking ready to die.

"Were you drunk just now? Are you kidding me?" Dacus was irritated by the presumptuous proposal.

"There is no other way. I'm ready. We don't have much time. Every minute and every second means more sacrifices." There was a flash of pain and determination in Serenie's eyes. Her voice trembled a little. She knew Daquus's determination, but she also understood how critical the current situation was.

"No! I can't accept your proposal. There must be other ways." Dacus' eyes turned cold and he shook his head vigorously. His voice was full of determination.

Sacrificing Serene is equivalent to providing energy for the spellcasters, and killing Gorvolask at the moment when the energy is full. This proposal has a high success rate without considering what reaction Gorvolask will have if he is killed in this way.

But sacrificing Serene is nothing. If he tells others about it, he will not be able to survive in the future. Everything that is happening now is a trap set by Nurgle to get back his old position. Sacrificing Serene may solve the problem, and then... maybe it will succeed, and Gorvorak will be successfully eliminated, but the problem is that Nurgle will not lose. Serene is the daughter of Matheran, who has divine power. He doesn't know whether he will win or not by using such a chess piece to defeat Serene, but he knows that it is not a loss for Nurgle.

The nature of this matter is like Tzeentch instigating Skarbrand to stab Khorne with an axe in the back. Khorne will be ridiculed for the rest of his life, and this matter will definitely be brought up and talked about repeatedly during any quarrel.

This is just the Chaos Gods, not the entire Isil. Maslan: Ah, I gave my daughter to you, and you did this? How will the Elven Gods see him then? Will the Elven Gods who supported him still support him?

In the mortal world, most of the Duruchi in this fleet believed in Maseran. As a result, Maseran's daughter was sacrificed. How would the Duruchi view him as the Maseran champion? How would Belloda view him?

If this matter gets back to Naggaroth, how can he continue to serve as the Grand Commander of the Duruchi Navy? Will the admirals and captains who believe in Matheran believe in him?
If word of this gets out to the Ulthuan Kaihai Faction, the gains he made in Elsin Arwen will be cut in half. You can even sacrifice the daughter of Matheran. What kind of cooperation are you talking about here? How sick must Finnubar be to listen to him again?

Having said that, I have to say that Nurgle's move was really brilliant. None of these Chaos Gods were free. Their revenge was slow but effective, going straight to his vital point. He wanted to ask Tzeentch: Did you give Nurgle the idea? But it was unlikely to happen, after all, the relationship between Tzeentch and Nurgle was not that good. If Cyrene was not sacrificed, the Malevolent Temple would have a high probability of being dragged into the sea while trying to activate the device.

Call for off-site support?

He estimated that even if Matheran came, it would be useless. This Gorvorak was just an energy black hole. No matter how much energy came, it would be sucked in. If it was not handled properly, it would explode directly due to energy overload. He did not think that the Malevolent Temple could withstand this. Even if it could withstand it... this Gorvorak was from the Nurgle family. It was like a mop stained with shit, just like Lu Bu in the world. By then, all the elves on the ship would be finished.

Let the Slann Mage Priest drain the nearby magical winds? The Eye of Typok that was worn on his chest had already exploded, and Narhap was left in Athel Loren. The most annoying thing is that draining it does not solve any problems, and it is no different from the current situation.

Holy Soul Reef? The spells above were not effective against Gorvolask, and transforming into the incarnation of Matheran would not solve the problem. He still could not break through the defense. Should he open the sea water and let the red dragon kill Gorvolask? The problem was that he had not seen the red dragon actually kill the tentacles. They were just tentacles, not the main body, and the transformation would consume the precious souls stored in the Holy Soul Reef.

Without further ado, he took out his pipe from his bosom and motioned to Drusala, who had treated his wounds, to help him light it.

"You chose to come out of Athel Loren, not to be sacrificed here. As long as I am here, this kind of thing must never happen." After exhaling a puff of smoke, he took a deep breath and tried to calm his thoughts.

It was unrealistic to move Gorvorak away. This thing was heading for him, and moving it away required energy. Where was the energy? He had to sacrifice it. Even if he moved it away, it would come back. Maybe the device would be ready by then. The problem was the energy to move it away.

After taking two puffs, he calmed down and put his pipe on the shelf next to him. Then he picked up the hilt of the sword hanging on the belt, and the activated Vizar lit up, emitting a pure white and somewhat ethereal light, but this light was intermittent, just like a battery that was running out of power.

Now it is clear that Gorvorak is like an extremely hard jar, and the energy is contained in the jar...

"Raise your hands if you can use Quesh." Thousands of thoughts flashed through Daxus' mind, and he soon made a decision. He would first do the little one.

As for what is big... Guilliman can go to the Garden of Nurgle, you have the Emperor's blessing, I have Asuryan's blessing. If Ji Ke can go, I can go too, and he has been there once.

Drusala was the first to raise his hand, and then the spellcasters present raised their hands one after another.

"Can you still teleport?"

"My dear, that is the last energy." Drusala said, pointing to the star stone that was thrown on the ground.

"Okay, you stay here and control the overflowing energy. Don't blow up the ship. I don't want to swim back to Lustria from here. I'm not Naka." Daxus took a deep breath. He knew that this would be a difficult battle, perhaps the most dangerous adventure of his life. But he couldn't let his friends and comrades fall into greater danger. These were his beloved relatives, brothers and sisters. They had to pay more. After saying that, he smiled at the spellcasters present, then turned and left.

Who is Naika? The one who claims to be able to swim back to Clarkarond from Bretonnia?

"Dear..." There was worry in Drusara's voice. Her hands trembled slightly. She wanted to grab Dacus' arm, but she didn't dare to interrupt Dacus' decision.

"Brother..." another voice sounded. It was Dacus's cousin. Her eyes were filled with tears at this moment.

"Darkius..."

"grown ups……"

Dacus did not say what he was going to do, but the spellcasters were not stupid. From Dacus's actions before and after, they could already guess what Dacus was going to do. For a moment, they showed all kinds of expressions, some worried, some admiring, some respectful, and some endlessly expectant. Dacus stopped, turned around, and looked at his beloved companions with a firm gaze. A warm current surged in his heart. These calls made him understand that he was not alone. He represented the long history and tradition of Drukki rugby. At this moment, he was not fighting alone, he was not alone!

He is the holder of the sword, and since he has picked up the sword, he must fulfill his obligations. He who wears the crown must bear its weight, and this is what he must do.

"Okay, stop being sentimental. It's like I'm going to die." Daxus smiled and tried to ease the tense atmosphere with a relaxed tone. "I'm just going to do some internal cleaning. I believe I'm a qualified cleaner, the best cleaner among all the elves. And by the way, I'll bring you some oranges. I'll be back soon, I swear."

The door at the end of the room was opened a crack, letting in a faint light.

As he passed through the door, it slid shut behind him. He stood on a platform on the Witch Spire. From this height, he could overlook the entire Black Ark. He could see the damage that Gorvorak had done to the Malevolent Temple. Some of the spires were torn apart by tentacles and fell to their bases. Fortunately, the spire where his equipment was located was still standing for the time being.

He looked around the battlefield and observed the fighting below. He soon breathed a sigh of relief. The good news was that Nurgle's tactical choice was very clear, which was to use the accumulation of thousands of years to consume the enemy. He did not use huge energy to summon the portal to release demons such as the Great Unclean One. The demons that appeared in the mortal world needed energy to maintain their bodies. This was equivalent to changing tactics. The appearance of demons meant that energy must appear, and then the casters could release magic.

He chose to go downstairs quickly. The Witch Spire and the Admiral's Command Spire were originally connected by a bridge, but now it was broken. Now he didn't dare to do anything fancy, such as jumping directly over or jumping from the tower to the ground. The trident also became unstable due to the lack of energy. And more importantly, he had to find Genevieve below. There was no other way, because Genevieve was intolerant to Quesch. He ran down the stairs quickly, with the noise of battle and the roar of the enemy in his ears.

"What's going on?" Dulias, who was in the melee, saw his nephew jumping down from the bottom of the stairs. He chopped down the drowned person in front of him and took his family members to rescue him. After picking up Dacus, he asked anxiously, his eyes full of concern and tension.

"It's very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly for a while. Now, we, no, you, you have to hold on and maintain the front." After saying this, he waved to Genevieve, signaling Genevieve to come over. Genevieve quickly crossed the battlefield, nimbly avoiding the enemy's attacks and came to his side.

"What about you?" After forcing the drowning man back, Maranul asked breathlessly, his eyes full of worry.

"Me? I'll go deal with this monster! Hold on! You must hold on!" After saying that, he took Genevieve to the spire where his equipment was.

"come on!"

"persist in!"

"I'm going to take care of this monster!"

Dacus ran quickly all the way without any intention of stopping or engaging in battle. When he met acquaintances, he kept encouraging and greeting them. Every elf's face was full of fatigue, but after hearing his words, they were full of determination. After seeing him coming, the elves took the time to greet him, as if they were encouraged by his words.

"We will definitely win!" He shouted loudly to every soldier, his voice echoing on the battlefield, but he never stopped.

Daquus and Genevieve ran towards the stairs, their steps firm and fast. Soon, he arrived at his room, kicked the door open, and entered the equipment room. He looked at the neatly arranged dragon armor, and a strong sense of mission surged in his heart. This matter should be done by him. With the help of Genevieve, he quickly put on the dragon armor, and Genevieve helped to check every detail to ensure that everything was perfect.

"Are you ready?" Genevieve asked, looking up after finishing the inspection.

"Ready!" Daxus nodded, then he hugged Genevieve and held her gently for a while, then let go and ran downstairs.

After going downstairs, he still did not choose to join the battle, but went straight to the Dread Knight's Mansion in the distance. His heart was full of determination and urgency, and he also knew that it would be useless for him to stay here.

The big guy was frantically wandering around the fence, which was full of marks of being hit and bitten, showing its uneasiness and anxiety, but there was nothing it could do. This was the Black Ark, not a temporary fence built in the wild, and it could not break through the fence's defense. Its huge body could only move continuously in a relatively small space, emitting a low and angry roar.

When Dacus came into sight, the big guy immediately stopped his restlessness and began to growl, his voice full of confusion and complaints, his terrifying pupils staring at Dacus. As Dacus approached, it twitched its nose and sniffed, and then its long face seemed to come alive, with a sad expression as if there was a dog outside.

"Oh, my old friend, don't look at me like that. You really should look at yourself in the mirror. And, am I not here?" Dacus walked closer to the fence, reached out and stroked the big guy's head, and said gently.

The big guy let out a low growl in response to Dacus's comfort. When the door of the fence was opened, it immediately rushed out and lowered its head to accept Dacus's caress.

"We have a battle to fight, old man," Darkius whispered.

The big guy swung his tail excitedly, as if he was ready for the upcoming battle.

"Open these fences." There was no time to put on the lizard armor, so he took the saddle handed to him by Genevieve and quickly put it on the big guy's back. When he climbed onto the big guy's back, he suddenly realized something and said to Genevieve.

After saying that he jumped down to help, and then the big guy turned around and hooked the horizontal bolt of the fence with his claws.

Soon, more than a dozen cold lizards without armor or saddles excitedly gathered behind the big guy.

He glanced at Genevieve who was lying on the cold lizard, patted the big guy on the head, and signaled to set off.

It was impossible to jump directly from the base of the Black Ark into the sea. Not to mention the distance between the base and the sea surface, jumping in front of Gorvolask was a bit like treating him as a fool. When he was on Springtwin, he looked at the distribution of the tentacles. Coupled with the previous violent collision, he had reason to suspect that Gorvolask's body was right under the Black Ark.

So... he had to go to the bottom of the Black Ark, sneak in from a place where he could quickly approach Goworask's body, and approach quickly before Goworask could react.

"Vizlin!" Soon, Daxus, riding on the big guy, returned to the battlefield and shouted to a fighting figure.

Vizilin retreated to a safe distance and saw Daxus waving at him. After seeing Daxus's gesture and the cold lizards, he understood what they meant. He quickly walked back to the leeward side of the cold lizard group and approached Daxus.

Daxus shook his head at Vizilin's overly cautiousness. Vizilin was a member of the Hell's Disaster family and his uncle's deputy. According to seniority, he should call him uncle. At the same time, he also understood his uncle's caution. If you approach the cold lizard rashly without applying potion, it will be fatal.

"what happened?"

"Do you know the passage under the Ark that leads to the sea?"

"I know! But..." Vizlin said hesitantly, pointing at the restless group of cold lizards.

"It's okay, come here! You ride that one!" Daxus said, pointing at the Venom. In his opinion, among these cold lizards, apart from the big one, the Venom was slightly smarter, but that was all... After giving the order, he called out to the elves he knew nearby, "Asperen! Kerillian!..."

A temporary team was formed, and under the leadership of Wizzlin, the team quickly ran in the opposite direction of the battle. (End of this chapter)